To My Mother

My Handprint

Here is my handprint, 

Five fingers and all, 

Outside they are short, 

But the middle is tall.

You will find them on the windows,

You can find them on the walls,

they will make a big mess,

for something so small.

One day I will grow,

And leave them no more, 

My handprints will be missed, 

of that, I am sure.

So here is one now, 

That you can't wipe away. 

My present to you,

This Mother's Day.